Perfected Dao Heart

"What's impossible? Your power has no effect on me." Jian Wushuang's face twisted into a sinister smile. He continued, "Moreover, my Dao Heart is now complete. Petty tricks are still just petty tricks in the end!"

In an instant, Jian Wushuang teleported, grabbing the Heart Demon by the neck. The force of devouring erupted instantly, engulfing the entirety of the Heart Demon's form into the palm of his hand.

"Reveal your true face!" Jian Wushuang was devouring the power of the Heart Demon, not its actual form.

He didn't want this thing to enter his body again.

The withered husk transformed in an instant into a frail old man. Wrinkles covered his face in a maze of lines. The old man stared at Jian Wushuang with terror, his voice trembling, "How do you possess the power of Death?"

"Power of Death?" Jian Wushuang was taken aback. How did the other party know he had the power of Death?